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XN presenting the sixth issue of the 
Tattler to the public, the Board of 
BK Editors wishes to thank the adver- 
tisers and all others who have so kindly 
contributed to its success. 



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Anne Snnnljn. 

To Miss Anne T. Dunphy, whose high ideals of scholarship 
and conduct, whose wise counsel, and whose unselfish devotion 
have been the inspiration of all students of Williamsburg High 
School, we lovingly dedicate this issue of "The Tattler". 



Class Play (4). 

Here is the quiet one of our class, whom we 
call "Tink," yet she might surprise you, for she's 
sometimes not so quiet as you think. School 
seems to be her ambition for she's always there 
except when the snow's so deep that she might get 
buried in a drift. She seems to follow her two 
older sisters in her liking for Village Hill, but 
everyone feels quite sure that she won't follow 
them right away in one respect. 

Good for you, Clara, you'll be just as happy! 



Class Play (4), Prophecy on Prophet. 

Although she hailed from the little town of 
Plainfield, she took to city life like a duck to 

Due to much practice, she has become a very 
capable chauffeur. 

As second lady in "Miss Cherryblossom," she 
delighted everyone. Hut the difficulties that 
"Evie" and her "opposite" had during rehearsals 
were worth watching. 

Success to you and vours. 



Vice-President (3) Chairman Executive Commit- 
tee of Debating Society (4), Class Play (4). 
Property Manager Class Play (4). Basketball 
(4), Alumni Debating Prize (1 •). Assistant Editor 
Tattler (4), Class Oration. Pro Mcrito. 

Do rings worn on the thumb mean anything. 
Molly? Or — is it just to be different? But no 
matter how busy, you always found time to help 
us out. especially in multigraphing. 

"When you're busy, you're happy." 




Soccer (3), Secretary (3) (4), Baseball (3) (4), 
Class Play (4). 

"Pinhead" is that bashful boy from the hotel. 
From the hotel is all right but there is some doubt 
about the bashful part, for how about the con- 
quests he made while in Washington. His favor- 
ite song is "Sweet Stranger." 

"Cherry" or "Loge" 

Vice-President Debating Society (4), Class Play 
(4), Assistant Editor of Tattler (4), 

Class History. ' 

We shall all remember Logia in "Miss Cherry 
Blossom," especially when she said "Do it some 
more," but how her face did color! She is also 
our Helen Wills on the court and what should we 
ever have done without her talent as a musician! 

We shall hear from you later "Cherry". 



Exchange Editor Tattler (4), 

Class Play, 

Many things would be behind time here if it 
were not for Marj's diligent work on the type- 
writer. We suppose it is because she is so studi- 
ous that she has been calling on Mr. Dewhurst. 




Basketball (4), 

Class Will 

Here's one of the curly-haired members of the 
class of '28 — another lively senior. With a 
Packard at her command and switchboard always 
at hand she will probably continue to be an up- 
to-date and popular young lady. Keep it up — 
that's what a graduate of Burgy should be. 


Vice President (2). Class Play (4). President of 
Debating Society (4). Member of Interscholastic 
Debating Team (4). Assistant Business Manager 
of Tattler (4). School Reporter (4). Second 

Prize Alumni Debate (4). Farewell Address. 

Olive is the Senior's representative on the de- 
bating team and we are all proud of her success 
in the interscholastic debates. 

She has also made quite a success in another 
direction. Her sweet smile is enjoyed not only 
by l^er classmates, but also by a certain member 
of the faculty. 



Public Speaking Prize (3), Vice-President (4). 
Class Grinds. 

Mildred is the "wee one" of her class. Here 
she is with the smile that she usually carries ex- 
cept when Walter Utley tries to convince her that 
fiction-robbers should be bailed out and thus her 
elocutionary art is brought out. — Milly's aspira- 
tion is marriage. She has a real liking for music, 
especially Hawaiian, — we wonder why ! 


Secretary and Treasurer (1), Vice-President 
Girls' A. A. (3), Literary Editor (3), Manager 
and Captain Girls' Basketball Team (3) (4), 
President (3) (4), Executive Committee of De- 
bating Society (4), Class Play (4), Business 
Manager Class Play (4), Business Manager 
Tattler (4), Lincoln Medal (4), Pro Merito, Ad- 
dress of Welcome. 

Pauline, our tall, brown-eyed president has the 
faculty of driving home a point and clinching it to 
her own satisfaction. Her choice of cars is a 
Maxwell because of its "Merritt," although others 
are not "Ut-er-ley" out of the question. 



Soccer (1) (2) (3), Baseball (2) (3), Basketball 
(4), Class Play (4). 

Roy certainly made a hit in Washington society. 

He has so many callers that he should hav*t 
"Keep out" on the door of his private office, which 
he has recently taken up in the Assembly Hall. 

His drawing ability is confined to a "Gallopin" 
Girl but his singing ability, in the role of "Togo" 
has brought him even more fame. 

We wish best luck to you Roy. 



Joke Editor Tattler (3), Executive Committee of 

Debating Society (3), Class Treasurer (3) (4), 

Class Play, Editor-in-Chief Tattler (4), Class 

Prophet, Pro Merito. 

This little boy from Chesterfield was welcomed 
into our class in our Junior year being an ex-'27 
member. He has raised our standards in marks, 
height, and fun. In mischief he abounds, but we 
don't know what we would do without him to man- 
age our "class stocking." 






Pauline Webb 

Mildred Roberge 

Henry Drake 

Walter Utlev 


Teachers. Parents, and Friends : 

We bid you welcome ! 

As we stand to-night prepared to en- 
ter into the activities of life, we are 
happy to see you here wishing us 
"Godspeed". It is our pleasure to ex- 
press our gratitude to you, our teach- 
ers, for your help in preparing us for 
life and for your inspiration in lead- 
ing us to high ideals. We welcome 
your, our parents, and we realize more 
to-night than ever before what pa- 
tience you have shown and what sacri- 
fices you have made to aid us to 
reach our goal. In greeting our 
friends we are reminded of the en- 
couragement which you have given us 
when we have failed and of your re- 
joicing with us when we have been 

We have looked forward to this — 
our Class Night for four years. To- 
night our anticipations are realized 
and we the class of 1928 welcome you 
to our exercises. 

Pauline Webb, '28. 


Four years ago a troop of not fair- 
ies but lively freshmen entered these 
walls of Williamsburg High School. 
Needless to sav we heard the custom- 

ary admonitions given incoming classes 
by Miss Merrifield, "Don't run up the 
stairs." After getting partially set- 
tled in our home room, we trooped to 
our various classes. We met Miss 
Pratt in Ancient History. Mr. Cleon 
Johnson in Mathematics and a few 
met Miss Dunphy in Latin. We were 
an energetic class and soon, under the 
guidance of the senior president we 
elected the following officers: "Bud" 
Foster, president; Clary Snow, vice- 
president; and Pauline Webb, secre- 
tary and treasurer. We might men- 
tion for the benefit of the underclass- 
men that dues were paid that year 
and perhaps that was the boost we 
needed to start our Washington trip. 

For the next few weeks we heard 
rumors of Freshmen Reception and the 
terrible things which would happen to 
us. We all tried to act brave, but 
when it came we were a bit disappoint- 
ed that it was so tame. Imagine ! 
Pauline had to sit on the stage and 
watch the proceedings. What a ter- 
rible thing to have to do ! 

A few school parties were held, the 
most exciting of which was the Jun- 
ior-Senior prom from which we fresh- 
men were excluded, although a few of 
us. acting as waitresses, had a chance 
to peek in. The biggest event of the 



year was the colorful play, "The Gyp- 
sy Rover." The upper classmen took 
the leading parts but even freshmen 
were called in for such parts as Amer- 
ican girls and gypsies. 

Our basketball team, for the most 
part composed of members of the 
class of '25, had quite a successful 

At the beginning of our second 
year we were disappointed to find that 
some had dropped from our ranks. 
Mr. Johnson had left us and Mr. Bauer 
had taken his place while Miss Pratt's 
place was filled by Mrs. Warner. 

This year we were allowed to con- 
duct our own class meeting and, with- 
out the aid of the seniors, elected the 
following officers: "Bud" Foster, pre- 
sident; Olive Rhoades, vice-president; 
and Warren McAvoy, secretary and 
treasurer. Profiting by our own ex- 
perience, we gave the freshmen a 
time exciting enough to meet their 
wildest expectations. 

The biggest party of the year was 
the Washington Party at which many 
colonial costumes were on parade. 

The importance of debating im- 
pressed itself upon us for the first time 
when we tried to absorb the 
weighty arguments on "Immigration" 
and "Aviation" presented by the up- 
per classmen. 

With June at hand we realized that 
we were one step nearer our goal. 

Upon entering as juniors, we wel- 
comed Mr. Cooney in Miss Merri- 
field's place and Mr. Turner in Mr. 
Bauer's place. The first real business 
of the year was the election of of- 
ficers. After much deliberation we 
chose the following: Pauline Webb,' 
president; Mary Black, vice-president; 
Henry Drake, secretary; and Walter 
Utley, treasurer. 

The Hallowe'en party this year, 
with its spooks and fortune-teller, was 
a great success, and of course, "our" 
Junior Prom was the best ever. 

The efficient coaching of Mr. Coon- 
ey brought inspiration to our athletes 
and credit to our school. 

The Senior play, "A Family Affair" 
showed the dramatic ability of that 
class. The proceeds from this, and 
many food sales and whist parties, 
helped to swell the fund which took 
our Seniors to Washington for the first 
time. Their interesting experiences 
aroused our enthusiasm to raise monej' 
for such a trip. Our first attempt 
took the form of a successful Larkin 
order which, with the help of Mrs. 
Warner, we got up during the summer. 
This gave us a nucleus of almost $70 
and the courage to start out in the fall 
to complete the fund. 

As dignified Seniors, we proceeded 
to elect the slate of officers who would 
guide us through our last and most 
important year. They were: Pauline 
Webb, president ; Mildred Roberge, 
vice-president; Henry Drake, secre- 
tary; and Walter Utley, treasurer. 

Bending all our efforts toward mak- 
ing possible the trip to our National 
Capitol, we dispensed with some of 
the social functions, but enjoyed more 
than ever our Freshman and Junior- 
Senior Receptions. 

Although handicapped b}^ the loss of 
some of our best athletes, those who 
were left, together with the new re- 
cruits, have worked hard to uphold 
the standard of our school in athletics. 
One of the greatest events of the 
year was the Operetta, "Miss Cherry 
Blossom" — with its beautiful costumes 
and setting. 

Our first attemjit at inter-scholastic 
debating proved very successful in 



that we defeated both Hopkins Acad- 
emy and Amherst High School this 

Our much talked of trip to Wash- 
ington became a reality in May and 
far exceeded our expectations. 

Now that we have almost reached 
that goal toward which we have been 
striving for many years, we realize it 
is only a stepping stone on our way 
to higher things — that we still must 
"work to win". 

Logia Kmit, '28. 


One cool evening in late summer. 
1958, I was walking slowly along the 
streets of the busy western city of 
Williamsburg. As I had nothing bet- 
ter to do I was reading the "shingles" 
hung out over the various doors. 

One that attracted my attention 
especially was that of a "Monsieur 
Yogi, Crystal Gazer Extraordinary. 
Your past, present, and future are as 
clear to this seventh son of a seventh 
son as the limpid crystal which he 
reads. Price ten dollars a sitting." 

Not being pressed for time I decided 
to test the ability of this Crystal 
Gazer and soon I found myself in the 
sanctum of mystery. 

Monsieur Yogi was a tall, thin gen- 
tleman with a hooked nose. He got 
busy at once. First he made several 
passes over the ball and then mumbled 
something that sounded like, "Myauto- 
hasonlythreecylinders," then in a 
clearer tone, he said, "I see a tall, 
large, dark woman standing by the 
side of a fliver-plane that has the fol- 
lowing legend painted on its side. 
'Take Dr. Skookum's Elongator pills. 
If each tablet does not add three inches 
and several pounds to your physique, 
your money will be cheerfully refund- 

ed.' Now the lady is speaking," con- 
tinued Yogi, "she says, T started tak- 
ing these pills after leaving High 
School, at that time I was somewhat 
small, now you see me a giantess. Now 
step right up and don't crowd, these 
pills are one dollar a box.' Come clos- 
er," said Yogi, "and see if you can rec- 
ognize her." I did as bidden and 
found myself looking at Clara Ather- 
ton. Dr. Skookum deserves the right 
hand of fellowship, he must be a won- 
der," I thought to myself. I stopped 
thinking however because Yogi had 
commenced speaking again. 

"This time I see a schoolroom. The 
teacher is of the spinster type, past 
middle age, slim and tall, with slightly 
gray hair. She is speaking to the pu- 
pils, 'Everyone will remain after 
school for one hour because of the ex- 
cessive note passing that has gone on 
this afternoon. Such conduct is dis- 
graceful among pupils of your age'." 

There is an open register on the 
teacher's desk, the teacher's name is 
Pauline Webb, do you place her?" 

"Yes," I answered, "she always said 
that she was going to be an 'old maid 
schoolmarm' and she must have 
reached her goal." 

The ball became cloudy, then 
cleared. Yogi commenced speaking. 
"This time I see a mission school in 
the city of Honolulu, in the Hawaiian 
Islands. The lady in charge is short 
and stout, she wears glasses. Come 
closer, sir and see if you recognize 
her." Mildred Roberge ! Then I remem 
bered how interested she had been in 
the Hawaiian Islands so I was not 
greatly surprised. 

The next view was of a huge estab- 
lishment where tombstones were fin- 
ished. There was a lady of the brun- 
ette type in charge. Her black hair 



was bobbed and she wore bangs over 
her forehead. She also wore glasses. 
"Marjorie Otis, by thunder!" I ex- 
claimed. But she was well acquainted 
with the various types of tombstones 
due to the frequent excursions she 
made past the cemetery on Village 
Hill. No doubt her early training 
helped her a lot. 

Next the ball showed a so-called 
"rubber-neck wagon" or sight-seeing 
bus which one sees in the large cities. 
This one was parked in front of the 
Washington Monument. 

Somehow the "hot air merchant" 
or lecturer seemed familiar. In a flash 
it came to me that no one but Roy 
Weeks could stand so erect with chest 
expanded, in such cramped quarters ! 

Yogi next showed me a littered 
study in a huge dwelling house. The 
man seated at the desk was apparently 
an author, working on a manuscript. 
He was quite slim and had very curly 
hair. At the top of the manuscript 
was written, "Love Letters Made 
Easy," and, "How to Get Acquainted 
on an Excursion". When I saw those 
titles I knew at once that that man was 
Henry Drake. His Washington trip 
had been of some value to him after 

The crystal did the "fade out" again. 
Then I found myself looking into a 
large public hall. Evidently a debate 
was in progress. The subject was 
"Installment Buying". A large, dark 
haired woman was speaking for the 
affirmative. Mary Black, to be sure, 
still debating as she used to do, at 
every possible opportunity. 

This picture faded. Then there ap- 
peared in the ball, a wonderful valley, 
entirely filled with flocks of Rhode Is- 
land Reds. Thousands of them ! A 
hen ranch in the true sense of the 

word! A lady was feeding the birds 
and as she came nearer I recognized 
Olive Rhoades ! Here was another ex- 
ample of the effect of our early envir- 
onment on our later life ! 

The next picture showed a lady 
standing by a queer device that looked 
like a switchboard. She was describ- 
ing to . someone this machine, which 
she had invented. 

"This is an automatic switchboard, 
which does away with the necessity 
of a night operator being aroused from 
a nap to answer calls." 

The lady was Betty Pennington. She 
had taken the downtrodden operator's 
part because of her harrowing experi- 
ences while an operator in Williams- 

The next scene was a farm in the 
hills of Massachusetts. It showed a 
cozy white house set in the middle of 
a velvet green lawn, large barns and 
outbuildings in fine condition and fine 
mowings everywhere. 

A farmerette was leading a husky 
calf down to a brook to drink. This 
farmerette was Evelyn Atherton ! She 
had forsaken the gay city for a quiet 
life among the hills. She had always 
been deeply interested in farming, so 
no doubt she was happy and contented. 

When the ball cleared again there 
appeared the front of a huge theater; 
blazing with thousands of electric 
lights announcing a musical comedy 
starring Logia Kmit ! Anyone who 
had seen her play the leading role in 
"Miss Cherryblossom", while in high 
school, would say that she was justi- 
fied in adopting the stage for a pro- 

The ball clouded, cleared and re- 
mained empty. "There is nothing 
more that I can tell you," said Yogi, 
"except that such a long reading will 



cost you double the ordinary price." 

I paid him willingly as it was worth 
any amount to see all my classmates 
so well. 

Walter Utley, 1928. 


After graduating from Williams- 
burg, High School and completing my 
course at Commercial College, I ob- 
tained a position as private secretary 
to the American Consul in Paris. 

As I had always longed to go abroad 
I accepted this position and remained 
in that beautiful city for seven years. 
After such a long absence I decided to 
return to America, to home and 
friends again. It was the day before 
I was to start that I heard the news 
that a great American Flyer, Captain 
Walter S. Utley, was expected to ar- 
rive in Paris that very afternoon. That 
name seemed strangely familiar to me 
and then I remembered Walter Utley 
my classmate of Burgy High ; but he 
had planned to be a lawyer after his 
extensive practice in arguing cases 
while in high school. I had so much 
to do before leaving in the morning 
that I could not possibly find time to 
see him and oh ! how I did want to 
know if he were the Walter Utley of 
olden days ! To my sad disappoint- 
ment I had to board ship, anxiously 
wishing that I had just one more day 
so that I could see the honored Cap- 
tain Walter Utley. 

My whole voyage was filled with 
thoughts of him and of our high school 
days. How I longed to know if he 
were the Chesterfield youth who had 
been the live-wire of our class ! Much 
sooner than I had anticipated, we ar- 
rived in the harbor of New York. 

There sirens were blowing and ban- 
ners were flying and we knew that 
some unusual event was taking place. 
I soon learned that Captain Walter 
Utley who was in Paris when I left, 
had just made a return trip. 

I immediately hailed a taxi for the 
landing-field where I saw a tall, 
straight figure receiving congratula- 
tions from the Mayor and other dig- 
nitaries. It was indeed our Walter 
Utley ! ! I finally managed to get 
through the crowd and congratulate 
him. Then we both began to talk at 
once. When I asked him why he had 
chosen to be a flyer, he told me that 
he had started out as a lawyer but that 
he had lost three important cases by 
arguing a little too much as he was 
wont to do in high school days. This 
made him so discouraged that he was 
ready to try something desperate. As 
there was no more time to talk of high 
school days, and classmates, he asked 
me to join him the next day when he 
would fly to Burgy. Of course I 
gladly accepted. 

The next day, bright and early we 
hopped off and in about two hours we 
landed on the field back of the high 
school building in Burgy. As we were 
landing we noticed that a banquet was 
in progress in front of the building. 
The airplane itself aroused great ex- 
citement but imagine the commotion 
when the banqueters, our classmates, 
recognized us as the only two missing 
members whom they never expected 
to see dropping from the sky. 

It was entirely due to our success- 
ful pilot, that we had such an enjoy- 
able reception all together. The ban- 
quet was then turned into a reunion 
and reception to our most famous 
classmate. Captain Walter Utley. 

Evelyn Atherton. '28. 




We the members of the Class of 
1928, being of sound, sane, elevated, 
and refined mind, and having posses- 
sion of these faculties which our teach- 
ers cultivated and developed in us, do 
make this our last will and testament 
for the sole reason that we are about 
to depart from these halls of learning 
on this fatal and disastrous 26th day of 
June and do hereby bequeath the fol- 
lowing : 

To our successors, the class of 1929 
our best wishes for their Washington 
trip, hoping that theirs may be as suc- 
cessful as ours. 

To the class of 1930, our sister 
class we leave love, gratitude, and un- 
ending friendship. 

To the class of 1931, the right of 
increasing their electric light bill, pro- 
vided they do so to gain more knowl- 
edge in Latin and Algebra. 

To the faculty, the sole right to 
commence the morning session at 
seven o'clock if they deem it neces- 
sary for the welfare of the students. 

To Miss Dunphy, we leave our loy- 
alty and appreciation of her careful 
guidance during our past four years. 

To Mrs. Warner we leave our grati- 
tude for her help, which made possible 
our Washington trip. 

With Mr. Turner we leave the sole 
right of keeping students off the desks 
in Miss Dunphy's room. 

To Mr. Chapman we leave the sole 
privilege of teaching the seniors to 
write short stories. 

With Mr. Warner, our janitor, we 
leave the right to read the morning 
paper provided that he has his fires 
started at eleven o'clock. 

With Alice Dansereau, Mildred Ro- 
berge leaves her ability to obtain ad- 
mirers regardless of the distance. 

To Edith Pearl, Henry Drake leaves 
his skill in eating spaghetti provided 
that she practices before her Washing- 
ton trip. 

Clara Atherton leaves her flirting- 
ways to Blanche Heath. 

To Phyllis Baker, Evelyn Atherton 
leaves her privilege of writing letters 
in school, with the i^rovision that she 
does not exceed Evelyn's limits. 

To Nellie Donahue we leave Pauline 
Webb's ability to ride horseback. 

Logia Kmit leaves her bashful way 
to Barbara Bissell. 

Mary Black leaves her debating 

ability to Bill Witherell, provided he 

debates over more sensible subjects in 

the future than he has in the past. 
With Evelyn Russell, Olive Rhoades 

leaves her privilege of riding in the 

Ford, with provision that they do not 

park on Cummington roads. 

Marjorie Otis leaves her ability to 
make dates over the telephone to Bar- 
bara Bisbee. 

Roy Weeks leaves his right to drive 
the Ford to Raymond Lee. 

To Thomas Barrus, Walter Utley 
leaves his talent for entertaining the 

In testimony thereof, we hereunto 
set our hands, in the presence of pro- 
per witnesses, and do declare this to 
be our last will and testament, this 
26th day of June, in the year of our 
Lord one thousand nine hundred and 
twenty-eight. Class of 1928 

Miss A. T. Dunphy 

Mrs. P. A. Warner Executors. 

Elizabeth Pennington 



We are the class of twenty-eight. 
You've heard of us already, 
And yet we're not so very bad 
At minding rules that steady. 



We number just a dozen head. 
Nine maids and laddies three; 
The tallest one of all our group 
Is Walter Ut-er-ley. 

He's not high up just from his feet, 
In tests he's higher still. 
The marks upon his papers neat 
Just give us all a thrill. 

There's Olive Rhoades with charming smile. 
And' most convincing manner; 
With Dave and "Corp" won our debates, 
And brought our school the banner. 

Now Betty, so divinely tall, 
With curly head of brown; 
And laughing eyes just turns the heads 
Of half the boys in town. 

Evelyn's always on the jump, 
And with her graceful manner, 
Has been compared by one who knows 
To the Goddess of Chase — Diana. 

Logia, our lovely Geisha girl 
In Japan's robe and flower, 
Was just as sweet as she could be 
In Cherry Blossom hour. 

Pauline has climbed up to the top, 
Is president of our class, 
And in tests of every sort and kind 
She never failed to pass. 

Clara Atherton loves to cook 
Far better than to study 

Yet rain or shine, she always came, 
E'en tho' the roads were muddy. 

Marj'rie lives at the top of the hill. 
Where the views are most entrancing, 
Where glorious sunsets stir and thrill, 
Her poetic moods enhancing. 

Mary, Mary is not contrary 
For we know how her garden grows. 
The thought and effort planted there 
Have blossomed forth in all its rows. 

Roy Weeks got sick, he had the mumps. 
We missed his talk and noise. 
But it wasn't long ere he routed the lumps, 
And hiked with the Boy Scout Boys. 

Henry Drake has a head of curls, 
And manner quiet and shy 
Which can't be matched by any girls 
No matter how they try. 

Now last and least comes little me, 
Perhaps the most unruly. 
But little folks must act you see 
Not to be lost unduly. 

Yes, we're the class of twenty-eight, 
Whose parting hour is near; 
And though we soon must separate, 
We'll hold school mem'ries dear. 

May mem'ries of this school so bright, 
Of teachers who have led us right, 
Of schoolmates, friends so kind and true 
Abide with us our whole life through. 

Mildred Roberge, '28. 


*Mary Black 
Clara Atherton 
Evelyn Atherton 
Henry Drake 
Logia Kmit 

Marjorie Otis 

Elizabeth Pennington 
*OHve Rhoades 

Mildred Roberge 
•Walter Utley 
* Pauline Webb 

Lerov Weeks 

Pro Merito group. 


Those taking part in Graduation are: 


Address of Welcome Pauline Webb 
Class History Logia Kmit 

Class Prophecy Walter Utley 

Prophecy on Prophet 

Evelyn Atherton 
Class Poem Mildred Roberge 

Class Will Betty Pennington 


Class Oration Mary Black 

Farewell Address Olive Rhoades 


Miss Cherry blossom" 

Cherryblossom, American girl brought 
up as daughter of Kokemo 

Logia Kmit 
Kokemo, proprietor of Japanese Tea 
Garden Walter Kulash 

John Henry Smith, guest of Mr. 

Worthington Clary Snow- 

Harry Foster Jones, Jack's pal, in love 

with Jessica Bernard McAvoy 

Horace Worthington, New York bro- 
ker, entertaining friends with a trip 
to Japan on his yacht 

Walter Utley 

James Young, Worthington's private 
secretary Henry Drake 

Jessica Vanderpool, Worthington's 
niece Evelyn Atherton 

Togo, Japanese politician 

Leroy Weeks 

Geisha girls: 

Phyllis Baker, Roslyn Brown. Helen 
Cross, Gladys Irwin, Rena Mc- 
Cloud. Marjorie Otis. Olive Rhoades 

Guests of Mr. Worthington: 

Clara Atherton, Mary Black, Paul- 
ine Webb, Winifred Lloyd, Gordon 

Nash, Davis Snow, Chester Golash. 
William Witherell 


Kokemo's Tea Garden, Tokyo, Japan 
Act I — Afternoon 
Act II — Night of the same day 
Act III — Night one week later 

On January 27th and 28th the Sen- 
ior Class Play was given. Underclass- 
men added their talent to that of the 
seniors and helped to make this play 
a success. 

The leading roles were well taken 
by Logia Kmit and Clary Snow. The 
"second" parts by Evelyn Atherton 
and Bernard McAvoy were worthy of 
note. Walter Kulash, the innkeeper 
and comedian, received much applause 
and did excellent work. 

The minor parts and chorus were 
well carried out and the bits of hu- 
mor kept the audience in laughter. It 
is well to mention that without the 
untiring efforts of Miss Dunphv. Mrs. 
LeDuc. and Mrs. Eaton, dramatic ami 
musical directors, the entertainment 
would not have succeeded so well. 



The Washington Trip 

When we left Williamsburg at quar- 
ter to seven on the morning of April 
28th, the ground was covered with 
snow. Rain was falling but did not 
in the least dampen our spirits. We 
found Mr. Palmer at Springfield and 
after hearing his laughing advice of 
"It's sometimes wisest not to see every- 
thing," to Mrs. LeDuc, our chaperone, 
and his comradely greetings, we felt 
very well acquainted. We stopped at 
Philadelphia on the way down, taking 
a bus tour of the city and Fairmount 
Park. By the time we drew near 
Washington, even our most sociable 
member, Henry Drake, had ceased 
to entertain his new acquaintances. 
Sunday morning we went to the Fran- 
ciscan Monastery, a wonderful repro- 
duction of the Holy Land. In the 
afternoon we toured the city, went to 
Georgetown, Ft. Myers, stopped at 
Arlington Cemetery where we saw the 
tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the New 
Amphitheatre and Floyd Bennett's 
grave. We then continued our tour, 
going through the Zoological Park 
and stop]Ding at the Lincoln Memori- 
al and the New National Cathedral. 
The Cathedral, where rest the bodies 
of Wilson and Dewey, will be complet- 
ed in about ten years. In the evening 
we visited the Congressional Library 
which contains many treasures of his- 
toric note. The lighting effect is won- 
derful and brings out the beauty of 
the magnificent architecture of the 

Monday we went on another auto 
tour, this time stopping at the capitol. 
We made a thorough tour of the build- 
ing and then, on being told by our 
guide that we might walk up to the 
dome, three of us did so. On return- 
ing to tthe bus we were told that be- 

cause of the aforementioned act the 
schedule for the day had been held up 
and we had opportunity to visit onh 
the Bureau of Engraving before lunch. 
In the afternoon we went to Alexan- 
dria, stopping at Christ's Church and 
the Washington Lodge Room, and 
then on to Mt. Vernon, Washington's 
home on the banks of the Potomac. 
This certainly did not disappoint our 
expectations and our trip back up the 
Potomac by boat was a pleasure to be 
long remembered. 

Tuesday we went first to the monu- 
ment where six of us walked up, 
five hundred and fifty-five feet, to the 
top but only two walked down. We 
next went to the Pan-American Build- 
ing, the Corcoran Art Gallery and the 
White House. The afternoon includ- 
ed a visit to Congress in session and 
to the Old and New National Museums 
where we saw the Roosevelt collec- 
tion, the Francis Scott Key flag and 
other wonderful things too numerous 
to mention. 

The next morning we left for home 
wishing that we might stay longer and 
hoping to be able to return again. We 
stopped at New York for lunch and 
hajj, time to see some of the city. (We 
might add that the boys time was tak- 
en in coaching Henry on the "whys 
and hows" of eating spaghetti!) We 
arrived at Springfield, tired but happy 
and pleasantly surprised to find a 
large "reception committee" from 
Burgy there to greet us. 

Pauline Webb, '28. 


Sept. 6 — First day of school with 
all the new (little) Freshmen running 
about, and the return of the worthy 
Juniors who had become c 1; gnified 



Sept. IS — Rummage Sale in Hay- 
denville for benefit of Senior Class 
Washington Trip. 

Sept. 1 ()' — McKinley Day celebrated 
in Friday morning exercises. 

Sept. 23 — Freshman Reception. 

Oct. 3 — First debate of the year 
Subject: Government Ownership of 
Coal Mines. 

Oct. 21 — Friday morning exercises, 
Roosevelt Day. 

Nov. 5. — Hallowe'en Party given by 
Hi-Y and the losing team in our ma- 
gazine subscription campaign. 

Nov. i — Kipling Day celebrated in 
Friday morning program. 

Nov. 11 — Exercises for Armistice 
Day and Education week. 

Nov. 23 — Debate, subject Capitol 

Nov. 30 — Card Party in Hayden- 
ville for Washington Trip. 

Dec. 9 — Debate on MeNary-Hau- 
gen Bill. 

Dec. 23 — Last preliminary debate — 
Subject: Labor Unions. 

Dec. 23 — School closed for Christ- 
mas vacation. 

Dec. 29 — Hitjh School and Alumni 
basketball game and dance. 

Jan. 2 — School opened for new 

Jan. 6 — New Year's program. 

Jan. 10 — Triple-header B. B. game 
between Burgy and Sanderson Acad- 
emy. Ashfield Boys' first and second 
teams and girls' first team. 

Jan. 18. — Whist Party at Helen E. 
James Hall for benefit of boys' and 
girls' Athletic Association. 

Jan. 27 and 28 — Plav: "Miss Cherrv 

Blossom", given by High School and 
long to be remembered by the Seniors 
and lower classmen. One of the prin- 
cipal events to raise money for our 
trip to Washington. 

Feb. 3 — Friday morning program 
commemorating the birthday of Helen 
E. James. 

Feb. 10 — Lincoln Day Program with 
award of Lincoln Essay medal to 
Pauline Webb. 

Feb. 15 — First interscholastsic de- 
bate with Hopkins Academy on sub- 
ject of Protective Tariff, which we 
were happy to win. 

Mar. 10. — Musicale for benefit of Sen- 

Mar. 23 — Whist Party at Williams 
House, also to raise money for Wash- 
ington trip. 

Apr. 13 — Interscholastic debate at 
Amherst High School where we were 
again victorious. 

Apr. 18 — High School furnished 
program for Women's Club. 

April 20 — Patriots' Day celebrated 
in Friday morning exercises. 

Apr. 28 — Left for Washington with 
snow on the ground but joy in our 

May 11 — Junior-Senior Prom. 

May 18. — Seniors told about their 
never-to-be-forgotten Washington trip 
in Friday morning exercises. 

May 25. — Prize debate on Install- 
ment Buying. Prizes awarded to Mary 
Black. Olive Rhoades and Davis Snow. 

June 7. — Hi-Y hot-dog roast at 
Baker's Bungalow. 

June 26 — Class night. 

June 28. — Graduation. 





President — Rena McCloud 

Vice-pres. — Alice Dansereau 
Sec. & Treas. — Walter Kulash 

Jim Coogan is an all 'round athlete 
and a model boy. Next year all un- 
derclassmen will have an excellent 
example of how a senior should act. 

If Bill Witherell keeps up with his 
incessant arguments and questions he 
may grow to be either a senator or the 
author of an "Ask Me Another" book. 

Dave Snow may be our star "catch 
her", but some of us are afraid he is 
slowly "losing-her". 

Since walking down to the depot 
nearly every night is so hard on shoe 
leather, we would suggest to Corp 
Kulash that he go barefoot. 

George Waller took up baseball 
this year. We think the A. A. should 
get him a rowboat so that he won't 
wet his feet. 

Barbara Bisbee was one of the bas- 

ketball stars last winter and now she 
goes in for tennis and fishing. "Babs" 
hearty laugh is a great help any time 
or place. 

"D. D." Pearl often seems confused 
and overcome by some of Mr. Turn- 
er's explanations in Physics, but she 
usually has some delightfully humor- 
ous "comeback." 

We would like to ask Alice Danser- 
eau how red hair and curly hair go to- 

Girls seem to bother Clary Snow 
quite a bit, but next year won't be 
leap year so perhaps he can do a little 

Rena McCloud is deeply interested 
in human nature as she studies so many 

Dorothy Mayotte and Evelyn Rus- 
sell are the only quiet, studious mem- 
bers of the Junior class. Maybe they 
are planning to be Pro Meritos. Suc- 
cess ! 



LA§§ OF 193(D) 

President — Thomas Barms 

Vice-pres. — Winifred Lloyd 

Sec. & Treas. — Nathaniel Hill 

Somewhat reduced in number, the 
Sophomores returned last fall. Among 
them we find : 

diet Golash. our athlete, who has 
been hindered by his studies. 

No danger of Winnie getting lost 
if she is always as well protected as 
when she went home from Freshman 

Nath. Hill, our Goshen friend, is ra- 
ther quiet but is a shark at cards ami 
manages to find plenty of A's on his 
report card. 

Barrus, our other member from 
Goshen, keeps a nice looking report 
card too. Do you grow A's in Goshen. 
Tom ? 

Why is it that, after going to Cum 
mington to play basketball. Pat had 
such a heavy line of correspondence ? 

No wonder Barbara is pining away. 
Grace and Helen have left us. 

Elrov. may we ask why you were 
in front of Beebe's one evening? 

Gordon Nash aspires to be a Caru- 
so or a Kreisler, but anyway he has 
entertained us very well in Assembly. 

John Demetriou is very loyal to 
Haydenville. He never lets Mr. Chap- 
man mention an industry in Syracuse 
or Seattle for more than five minutes 
without remarking that Haydenville 
has one bigger, better, or different. 

Success '."JO ! With good luck you'll 
all be Juniors next year. 



OF 1931 


Daniels and Drake, 

A match may make, 

If math, again they take; 

For oft in the .stillness of the class 

Daniels told jokes in such a mass, 

That she is smiling still. 

We all think that Roger would have 
more of an opportunity to study if 
Doris, that South St. miss, were not 
sitting near him. 

Does Phyllis Baker like to play hide 
and seek? Ask Barney! 

"Pete" Snow and "Cabby" Thayer 
the Siamese Twins will make very 
good baseball players, if they ever 
grow up. 

How "Elly" Dodge does make eyes 
at those senior girls ! 

Some freshmen seem to prefer jun- 
ior boys. How can they get them, 
Blanche ? 

Theresa Kmit is the wee little girl 
of '31. Never mind! Good things come 
in small packages. 

Gladys Irwin is helping Raymond 
Lee to overcome his bashful ways. 

"Oh Henry" seems to be Roslyn's 
favorite sweet. 

Nellie Donahue's favorite sport is 
poking Catherine Otis in the back. 

How does Bill Merritt think he can 
catch a baseball while sitting in the 
mud ? 

Is it the lonesome trail to Goshen 
that makes Irene so bashful? 

Catherine Otis the basketball star 
of our class, also "stars" as a cook. 
Her happy disposition should be 
copied by us all. 

Our Vera has a "Weeks" heart. 
Will her malady be better or worse 
after this year ? 




Days may come and days may go, 
And each may bring its joys or woe; 
But some may leave with us a thought 
To tli rill us with the joys they brought. 

Their bodies are like clouds of mist, 
Each one a ghastly creature. 
Except for white and ghostly skulls 
They have neither form nor feature. 

M. Otis, '28. 

And some will leave with us a sigh, 
Which still may lift our thoughts on high, 
Eor sorrows oft bring out our best 
Which proves its worth above the re^t. 

So as life passes swiftly by, 
Our thoughts will often backward fly; 
To days of gladness and of pain 
But still we'll sigh for them again. 

Olive Rhoades, '28. 

The Tombstone 

1 am a tomibstone covered with moss 
And draped with many vines; 
The one who lies here is not known, 
For you cannot read the lines. 

The grass is green around me, 

The sky is blue o'erhead; 

And tott'ering stones yet mark the mounds 

Where lie the ancient dead. 

But when the ghostly hour of night 
Arrives, and spirits walk, — 
Then they all gather 'round me 
And make their ghostly talk. 

Their voices are like wailings 
Of the north wind thru the trees, 
And the sheets enwrapped around them 
Rustle in the cool night breeze. 

The Moon's Search 

The Moon looked down on a wrathy sea, 
Then turned her gaze to a meadow lea, 
Then gazed afar to a mountain top. 
Yet even at that she did not stop. 

She glanced at a lake both calm and still. 
Then looked away towards a wooded hill, 
For what she sought she could not find, 
A nature — true, serene, and kind. 

She searched at last a mother's heart, 
Where love and truth can never part, 
Where sacrifice and duty blend, 
And thus her search came to an end. 

Edith Pearl, '29. 

Just Grin 

When our sky looks dull and gloomy 

Though it's rather hard to grin 

If we only keep on trying, 

And let a bit of sunshine in — 

All at once the world seems brighter, 

Cares and troubles disappear, 

Birds are warbling, blue sky shining, 

Happiness abounding near. 

Pauline A. Webb, '28. 



The Squirrel 

Happy little chattering squirrel 
With your coat of gray 
As I sit a-watching you, 
My troubles fly away. 

Holding nuts between your paws 
Cracking them in two, 
How I'd like to be a squirrel 
Playing with you. 

We'd go up the mountain side 
And then down by the sea. 
We'd be gay as butterflies 
Winging o'er the lea. 

And when tired of traveling 
We'd go back to our tree; 
There we'd be as happy 
As anyone could be. 

George Waller, '29. 


Here I sit 

And I look 

At a hillside fair, 

Cows are browsing, 

Bees carousing, 

And flowers are everywhere. 

So in life 

'Mid the strife 

As we ascend the hill 

May there be flowers, 

And restful bowers, 

To give us courage still. 

Mildred Roberge, '28. 

Sonnet on Rain 

When rain comes gently falling from above, 
It makes the grass in meadows green and 

Though north and east rains fall with al! 

their might 
The South rain's warm and gentle as a dove. 
The tiny rills increase to floods of fall; 
The rushing 'brook grows deep and dark and 

Beneath the dripping leaves the small birds 

Till sunshine flickers through the trees so 

Before the weeping storm has finally stopped 

The sun is shining through the dismal clouds 
To make a rainbow which is loved by crowds 
And at its end a pot of gold is dropped — 
A tale long told to eager listening ears 
Come down to us through dark forgotten 
years. Thomas Barms, '30. 


The sky is bright, as o'er the hill 
The moon a silver disk ascends, 
And dims the brilliance of the stars, 
As o'er the world its light it sends. 

At first 'tis very large and round, 
But as it rises in the sky, 
It seems to wane and smaller grow, 
And then I often wonder. Why? 

I can not tell, but oft it seems 
As though drawn by some unseen hand, 
With steady pace it climbs the sky, 
As if to lease our sphere, this land. 

Nathaniel B. HilT, '30. 

Evening * 

Myriads of leaves above my head; 
Blossoms o'er me sweetness shed, 
Dreaming, I notice not the sun 
Sinking fast, when day is done. 

Far in the golden West I see 

It fling its radiance o'er the sea, 

And gleaming clouds, whose misty shape 

O'er the horizon their bright veils drape. 

So, silent I sit; the wild birds come, 
And light on a nearby branch, and from 
Their throats pour .melodies 
Which waft on the fresh'ning ev'ning breeze. 

Marjorie Otis, '28. 


(3ft I wander through the woods, 

On a bright and sunny day, 

And watch the birds and pick the flowers, 

That bloom along the way. 

And listen to the notes so clear, 
Of the robin as he sings, 
How sweet his voice upon the air, 
As on the bough he swings. 



And on I wander till at last, 

I tome to a small brook, 

That sparkles as it rushes past, 

To find a shady nook. 

There I sit in happy thought, 

The whole world's happy too, 

For flowers and trees and birds and bees, 

Xow welcome spring anew. 

Elliot Dodge, '31. 

A Thought 

I like to wander far and wide 
Over hill and lea 
And near a brook to oft abide 
In peaceful reverie. 

To hear the rippling of the brook 
Flowing out to sea 
There really is no better nook 
Where I could long to be. 

Evelyn Russell, "29. 

A Sonnet on Spring 

Spring brings to us the cool, refreshing 

Then, gently patters down the soft, south 

The flowers waken, long asleep they've lain. 
The birds are singing, humming are the bees; 
The brooks are rippling, swaying are the 

The violets hide in grass beside the lane, 
Where Winter tried to linger, but in vain, 
For Summer comes apace the World to 

The tiny rills now ripple, curve, and turn; 
Th»y glide o'er stones, they sparkle and 

they gleam; 
They rush to meet their fellows in the 

That flows by banks of moss and clumps 

of fern. 
Such streamlets to the river swiftly run, 
And ever catch, and hold the gleaming sun. 
Nathaniel B. Hill, '30. 

Where There's A Will There's 
A Way 

Ashville was a small fishing town on 
the Atlantic coast. In the summer it 
was cool and pleasant, and visited by 
many tourists who sought rest and re- 

creation. In the winter, however, 
everything was deserted and quiet. 
The few natives stayed isolated 
through the cold winter months. 

As for education, the town furnished 
a small district school, and those seek- 
ing high school training were obliged 
to go elsewhere. 

Lita Hardley, the fourteen-year-old 
daugher of Fisherman Hardley was in 
the eighth grade. As she belonged to 
a large family, and her indifferent 
father earned barely enough to feed 
and clothe them and to provide a rick- 
ety dwelling place for them, the girl 
realized that this was her last year of 
school. It hurt Lita sorely. She 
loved books and fine things. All the 
other members of her small class were 
planning to go to the high school in 
the next town, and none of them re- 
ceived the high marks that Lita did. 
To none did an education mean so 
much. Yet she must stay at home, 
and probably go to work in a horrid 
sardine factory. . Her mother, busy as 
she was, realized the girl's predica- 
ment, but her father considered an 
education foolish, and thought it only 
proper for her to go to work. Do you 
wonder Lita often hid in her room and 
cried into her favorite book, or wet 
the pillow with salty tears before go- 
ing to sleep ? 

On this particular night, December 
was ruling with its cold, cruel hand. 
Angry waves were pounding the sharp, 
treacherous rocks on shore, sending 
their icy spray far inland. Flurries of 
snow were in the air. and the wind 
seemed to be trying to tear down the 
rickety dwelling place of Fisherman 
Hardley and his family. Lita was dili- 
gently studying her History lesson, 
and her mother was busily mending a 
tiny pair of blue overalls. Suddenly 



Lita looked up from her book and 

"Mother, do you think a girl ought 
to do something she really doesn't 
want to do ?" 

Her mother realized the thought 
that prompted the question and ans- 
wered accordingly, 

"Every girl, Lita, has a goal, and 
she should work toward that goal no 
matter what obstacles lie in the way, 
or how long it takes her to reach it. 
Your goal just now is a high school 
education, but before you can go away 
to school you must earn j^our tuition. 
The sardine factory pays good money. 
Father and I will be willing to support 
you for another year, and j^our earn- 
ings can go toward your education. 
When you are working and pitying 
yourself, just remember what you are 
working for and that will help you. 
Now to bed with you and just remem- 
ber this; "where there's a will there's 
a way . 

Lita kissed her mother's forehead 
lightly, but said nothing. That night 
she did not cry herself to sleep as she 
had been wont to do. Her mother's 
words had opened a new world for 
her. She had thought that she would 
have to work for an indefinite length 
of time, and give up the idea of a high- 
er education. Now all had changed. 
This was probably due to the long talk 
her mother and father had had in the 
kitchen the night before. Lita under- 
stood the whole situation now. Her 
mother had taken her side, while her 
father had disagreed ; then, tactfully 
and gently, her mother had mentioned 
the bargain; and, he had had to agree. 
The decision was apparently just this: 
if Lita could push her way through 
high school, her parents were willing 

to support her while working for her 

"Dear mother," breathed Lita as she 
dozed off, "I shall never need a help- 
er while she is around. A year won't 
make so much difference after all. The 
money that I shall earn in the factory 
will be the bulk of the tuition, and by 
working for my board while in school, 
I know I shall reach my goal." 
* * * * fl- 
it was July. Ashville was alive with 
pleasure-seekers. The beaches were 
hardly ever deserted, and the country 
roads were humming with the sound 
of the machines of picnicers. The 
very ocean, stretching away in its 
deep, blue magnificence to the horizon, 
seemed to beckon to the visitors of 
Ashville as well as to the natives, and 
the tinkling brooks and carpeted 
groves under the tall pines lured many 
people away from the warm village. 

Lita Hardley threw herself on the 
warm sand, fatigued from her recent 
swim to the distant point. Her face 
looked serious and troubled. Exactly 
two weeks from that day she was to 
start in working at the factory. The 
other members of her class were al- 
ready preparing to leave. How she 
would miss them ! It didn't seem to the 
girl that she could bear the horrid sar- 
dine plant even for a year. She shrank 
at the very thought of it. Previous to 
this time she had been contented to live 
simply. She had never wanted pretty 
clothes, but now all had changed. She 
longed for money as she had never 
longed for it before, money that would 
take her through high school and col- 
lege. The thought of all the other 
members of her class studying and en- 
joying high school, while she was la- 
boring away at the stuffy factory sent 
hot tears to the girl's eyes. Her moth- 



er's words came to her forcibly, but 
she could not hold back her tears. A 
year in the sardine plant seemed an 

A little girl, about five years old, 
scampered along the beach. Her blue 
eyes shining, and her golden curls 
were flying in the wind. She wore a 
scarlet bathing suit, and she was 
bouncing like a lively kitten over to 
where Lita was lying. She was appar- 
ently going to hop over the girl to at- 
tract attention ; but, seeing that the lat- 
ter was crying, she stopped and stared 
pityingly at her. 

"Are — are you sick?" the little girl 
asked, hesitatingly. 

Lita started, then laughed, a bit 
ashamed, "No, not exactly. I was just 
wishing for something." 

The fairy-like child nodded under- 
standingly, "I wish, too, lots of times 
— for a mother. Is that what you 
want ?" 

Lita looked up in surprise. 

"Haven't you a mother?" she asked. 

"No. Just a grandfather. But I've 
ever so many servants and tutors so I 
suppose I shouldn't complain." 

"Can you have all the schooling you 
want ? You see that's what I was wish- 
ing for." * * 

"Yes, I can have all the education I 
want, but I hate school. I'd rather 
sing, or dance, or play, anything but 
go to school." 

Lita remained thoughtful for some 
time. Then she answered slowly, 
"Well, I've always wanted an educa- 
tion more than anything else in tin- 
world, but I'd rather have a mother." 

"So should I," agreed the little girl 
with approval, "but I don't understand 
how you could wish for an education." 

"Well, I just can't help it, that's all. 

Haven't you any other folks except 
your Grandfather?" 

"No, that's all. I " 

But the child did not have time to 
finish. A white-haired, elderly man 
was burring along the beach toward 
the place where Lita and her compan- 
ion were lounging on the sand. His 
wrinkled face had been very anxious, 
but at the sight of the red bathing suit 
it immediately brightened, and he 
called to the lassie in a pleasant voice, 

"Memory, where have you been? 
You've given your old grandad a 

At the sound of the familiar voice, 
the child turned and ran to his cry- 

"Oh, Grandpa. I've found the love- 
liest girl. She's so pretty and kind, 
and. what do you think ! She's crying 
cause she couldn't go to high school. ' 

"Hold on, Memory," laughed the old 
man, "you're going too fast. Where 
is this young lady of whom you 
speak ?" 

Memory led the man to the place 
where Lita was sitting. The latter, 
however, was quite embarrassed and 
bewildered. She was not accustomed 
to so many compliments. 

"I — I was crying a bit when your 
daughter — I mean granddaughter 
found me," stammered Lita. apologet- 
ically. She noticed uncomfortably 
that Memory's grandfather was study- 
ing her face earnestly. "I happened 
to say that I wished I might attend 
high school, that's all." 

"Ah — I see," replied the white- 
haired old gentleman, "Well. miss. I 
am Mr. Pierce of New York City, and 
this, is my granddaughter. Memory 
Longworth. Now suppose you tell us 
your name." 

"My name is Lita Hardlev. and I 



live in that house over there near that 
large oak," the "miss" answered. 

"I see — yes, I see," mused the old 
man, still studying Lita's features in- 
tently as he talked. "Memory here, 
has taken a great liking to you, I take 
it. I dare sajr she is often lonesome, 
as we live in a large house, and she 
has only servants and tutors for com- 

Lita smiled sweetly at Memory, and 
pulled her down onto the sand beside 
her. She was quite interested in the 
odd pair. How devoted they seemed 
to each other, and what a quaint name 
the little child had. Then the gentle- 
man spoke again, but this time only 
listlessly. He talked of the weather, 
the beautiful scenery, and the ocean. 
Finally he told her that he must leave; 
and, after a pleasant farewell, took 
Memory by the hand and walked away. 
Every day after that Lita, Mr. 
Pierce, and lovely Memory met on the 
warm sand and talked. Lita soon grew 
to be fond of the old gentleman and 
his granddaughter, and to look for- 
ward with great anticipation, to their 
conversations by the sea. Little by 
little Lita told her whole story, and 
more and more did she open her heart 
to her new acquaintance. One day 
Mr. Pierce bade Memory go and play 
because he had something to talk over 
with Miss Hardley, and the small las- 
sie immediately did as she was told. 
Then he turned to Lita. 

"Lita," he said seriously, "I have 
much more money than I need. My 
house is large, and the only sunbeam 
I have is Memory. She is often lone- 
some and she needs a companion. 
Young people who long for an educa- 
tion so much that they are willing to 
work in a fish factorv are scarce. They 
should be helped. You are nearly the 

exact image of my beautiful daughter, 
Memory's mother, who died a few 
years ago. That is why I took such a 
fancy to you. Won't you please come 
to New York with Memory and me? I 
will give you the best education that 
money can buy, and in return you can 
be a companion to Memory and bring 
much happiness to me. Surely you will 
not disappoint us." 

Lita's blue eyes brimmed with tears, 
and her lips quivered. 

"Oh, Mr. Pierce," she cried softly, 
"how lovely. If my parents are only 
willing, there will be little deciding 
for me to do." ***** 

The moonlight was streaming 
through the open window of Lita 
Hardley's shabby bedroom. It was 
very late but the girl could not sleep. 
She was reviewing in her mind the 
events that had taken place after her 
conversation with Mr. Pierce the after- 
noon before. 

She had hurried home to break the 
news to her parents rather doubtful 
as to the outcome, it must be admitted. 
Her mother, however, was delighted; 
and the girl greatly encouraged, until 
her father came home and flatly re- 
fused to allow her to go. In the midst 
of a rather heated discussion, Mr. 
Pierce, unable to wait any longer to 
hear the decision, appeared upon the 
scene. Mr. Hardley recognized him at 
once as the fine old gentleman, who, 
with his beautiful daughter, had been 
accustomed to spend the summers in 
Ashville some time ago, but who had 
not been seen there for about five 
years. Lita's father, when he knew 
who his daughter's guardian was to be, 
readily consented. 

Lita yawned and stretched luxur- 

"What peculiar things happen," she 



mused, "only two weeks ago I was cry- 
ing myself to sleep, because I couldn't 
go to Hamden High, and here I am 
preparing to attend one of the finest 
private schools in New York City. I 
guess mother was right when she said 
'where there's a will there's a way'." 
— Phyllis Baker, 1931 

A Dinosaur That Came Back 

One hot August afternoon I was 
sitting in my office, which is on the 
fourth floor of a large building in one 
of the larger mid-western cities, de- 
bating with myself whether to call up 
one of my friends and challenge him 
to a few holes of golf or to sit quietly 
where I was. The latter plan was win- 
ning the argument, when I happened 
to let my gaze fall lazily on the street 

At once I saw that something was 
wrong, for instead of a quiet, empty 
street, as there should have been at 
this time of day, a large crowd had 
collected just below my window. 

Everyone was talking and many 
were jaointing towards the outskirts of 
the city. What was attracting them 
was evidently approaching from that 
direction. I could not understand 
what was being said for the voices, 
as they reached me, were just a con- 
fused, excited roar. 

That something quite out of the or- 
dinary was happening I was sure, for 
I could see the hurrying forms of uni- 
formed policemen trying to disperse 
the growing crowd which by now 
completely blocked the street. 

My curiosity being aroused, I de- 
termined to learn the cause of the ex- 

I made the ground floor in record 
time and soon was in the street with- 
out hat or coat and nearlv breathless. 

I had .not quite recovered when 
someone nearly knocked me flat. A 
man had been running and looking 
over his shoulder at the same time and 
so he had not seen me. I had just 
enough breath left to gasp, "Whazza- 
matta?" All he - said was, "Look," 
jerked his thumb over his shoulder 
and continued to run. 

I did as commanded, then rubbed 
my eyes and looked again. For just 
entering the end of the street was the 
queerest sight anyone had ever seen ! 
The sight was a monstrous animal, un- 
like any living today, advancing up 
the street with slow, ponderous tread. 

As I watched, he reared up on his 
haunches, stuck his head through an 
open, third-story window and removed 
a bunch of flowers from a vase which 
had been left by someone who had 
gone to join the crowd below. 

The beast chewed the flowers for 
some time, then slowly swallowed 
them and dropping on all fours re- 
sumed his slow march up the street. 

Soon he was where I could get a 
good view of him. His tail was thirty 
feet long, his body was about the same 
length and his neck was not much 

His head was a thing to marvel at. 
It was only as big as that of a small 
horse and looked queerly out of place 
on this animal which stood sixteen 
feet high and weighed tons. 

At once I knew I had seen his pic- 
ture in some text book I had studied. 
Suddenly it came to me. "That's it," 
I exclaimed. "Diplodocus, the dino- 
saur with a brain the size of a walnut. 

When I looked again. I saw the 
beast walking away from the wreck 
he had made of a large limousine that 
had been left in the street. In passing, 
one of his front knees had struck the 



car and turned it on its side and one of 
his hind feet had been placed squarely 
upon the car. There was a crashing 
sound and when he was clear of the 
wreckage, the car looked like a junk- 
man's nightmare. 

There was a stir in the edge 
of the crowd and an old man, the own- 
er of the car, who had become par- 
tially unbalanced at seeing his car 
wrecked, rushed out, armed with a 

Standing squarely in front of the 
beast he hurled the brick at the 
swinging head of the dinosaur. By 
some unhappy chance it struck its 

The dinosaur stopped short, uttered 
a thunderous roar, then started to 
charge the old man. Uttering a shrill 
cry, the old man started to run but 
tripped and fell under the feet of the 
onrushing brute. 

A feeling of nausea came over me 
and I rushed into a nearby alley. Ar- 
riving there, I looked around and saw 
that the crowd had followed my ex- 
ample. Everyone had disappeared, the 
only living creature in sight being the 
huge beast that was walking away 
from the remains of the brick thrower. 

No one seemed anxious to stop him 
so he continued his way out of the city 
and soon was lost in the gathering 

Walter Utley, '28. 

Reputation is Not Character 

What is reputation? It is the judg- 
ment given us by those with whom 
we associate — be it just or otherwise. 
As in mathematical problems — reputa- 
tion is a summing up of our human 

Character is of our own making, a 

combination of our true intellectual 
and moral worth, our personality. We 
are what we are, regardless of our re- 
putation. Character is inherited in a 
measure. There is race-character and 
family-character, but we should not 
allow these inherited traits to have too 
much influence over us. We can, if 
we will, build well and soundly in spite 
of them. 

While we all hope for good reputa- 
tions, our character is of far more im- 
portance. Self respect, faithfulness to 
principle, and loyalty to duty are the 
things we should work for. We can 
be true to ourselves regardless of how 
the world judges us. A good many peo- 
ple complain of not being appreciated. 
They are usually the ones who place 
a value upon themselves far above 
their true worth and who when they 
are weighed, are found wanting with 
no one to blame but themselves. 

Moral worth is sure to be recognized 
sooner or later, and reputation then 
corresponds with character. A good 
person misjudged is far better off 
than a bad one enjoying the reputation 
of virtues which he does not possess. 

A preacher once said to some col- 
lege students, "What belongs to a 
man will come to him." Most of them 
challenged that statement but many 
of them lived to see the truth of it. 

If we bend every effort toward ac- 
complishing good work, success is 
sure to follow. No need of a self- 
blown trumpet to broadcast the fact, 
the result speaks for itself. Nothing 
belongs to us unless we strive for it. 
Not until we have reached our goal, 
should we be satisfied. 

People may give us an unsavory re- 
putation through jealousy or misunder- 
standing, but sterling character is in 



itself its own reward. Character is a 
coin that passes at par value in all 
countries. Be true to yourself and 
fear no- one. Motives of high honor 
will be in memory a blessing and 
benediction to posterity. 

Mildred Roberge, '28. 

Friendly Flowers 

May bad always been interested in 
Howors, pansies particularly. Sbe bad 
planted seeds early in the season and 
bad reset tbe tiny plants at the prop- 
er time. Now, with great pride and 
pleasure, sbe exhibited her bed of as- 
sorted pansies to all her friends and 
to anyone else who wished to see it. 

This morning May felt tired and 
depressed; everything she bad at- 
tempted to do in the kitchen had gone 
wrong. The cake had fallen, tbe milk 
had soured, and she had even broken 
the broom handle. Finally she had 
left the bouse and gone out to weed 
her pansy-bed. 

The work was at last completed, 
and there was not the tiniest weed left. 
The pansies were in full bloom, and 
May sat down beside the bed to look 
with pride at her flowers. They were 
smooth as the finest velvet and of all 
colors. Each blossom had a tiny face. 
and the bed looked like a schoolroom 
of little girls with yellow, purple, 
bronze, red, black, and varicolored 
sun-bonnets tied with dainty ribbons 
under each little chin. Up in front sat 
a big pansy with a sad. wrinkled face. 

"The teacher, without a doubt." 
mused May as sbe caught the picture. 

She watched the scene dreamily. 
One blossom leaned toward another 
as a gentle breeze stirred the flowers. 
May imagined she could hear one tot 
whisper a few words to the one beside 
her. The teacher nodded her head, 

and the tiny one sat up and looked 
straight before her. Tbe other one 
hung her head in shame. 

The breeze increased and the blos- 
some swayed back and forth. "They're 
having a dancing lesson now," guessed 
May. Sbe could hear the wind rustle 
the leaves and grasses. That was the 
orchestra she imagined, and the bees 
and birds added their songs and made 
a lively accompaniment. On they 
danced while May watched enrapt- 

As the sun dropped behind the bills 
the breeze died, and the dance ended. 
The blossoms stood with heads bowed 
in benediction. After a minute the 
teacher raised her head, and May 
could almost hear her say, "Goodnight, 
my dears." 

May's dear little flower-friends had 
entirely stolen her depression from her 
and she sang gaily as she returned to 
prepare supper. 

Mary Black. '2 8. 

The Price of Recklessness 

It was a pleasant afternoon in June. 
The members of tbe Macy family were 
sitting on their spacious veranda en- 
joying the gorgeous setting of the day. 
The poet says: "What is so rare as a 
day in June?" And by the rapt look 
on tbe faces of those assembled there, 
this group must have had in their 
minds this same thought. 

Mr. Macy was a retired shoe manu- 
facturer. He and Mrs. Macy were in 
the middle fifties. They were endowed 
with ample financial resources, health, 
and a fine family of children. Sure- 
ly tbe fates bad been good to them. 

Roberta was the youngest child, a 
lassie of fourteen years, sturdy, and 
fair of face. Nothing marred tbe 
serenitv of her life. Just to be alive 



seemed to be all she asked. There 
was but two years difference between 
her age and that of Roger, 'her bro- 
ther. Although at sixteen he began to 
feel himself quite a young man, he 
nevertheless was extremely fond of 
his "little sister," as he called her, and 
was always proud to escort her to and 
from school and anywhere else that 
she wished to go. 

The Macys were especially proud of 
their eldest daughter, Ruth, who had 
finished school and had recently re- 
turned from a trip abroad. She had 
been chaperoned on this visit to the 
old world by a Mrs. Shores who was 
taking her son Paul to France, the land 
of his forefathers. Very naturally 
Paul and Ruth, who were thus thrown 
together, found a mutual feeling 
springing up between them. They dis- 
cussed their college life, their likes and 
dislikes, and the future. Each had sen- 
sible ideas of what constituted a real 
home; and when Paul a month pre- 
vious to the opening of our story, had 
asked Ruth to take her place as queen 
of his home, she gladly consented. 

Theirs was a glorious outlook. The 
Macys were well pleased as was also 
Mrs. Shores. Paul's father, who had 
been judge of their city, had died 
when Paul was six. Mrs. Shores had 
devoted the years since then to the 
careful, conscientious upbringing of 
her boy and she had great hopes for 
him. She had learned to love Ruth 
dearly while she was under her care. 
She felt that her future daughter-in- 
law possessed all the rare qualities 
that go toward making a fine wife and 

On the afternoon in question, as the 
Macys were enjoying the gentle 
breezes and calmness of the day, Ruth 
came up the steps. 

"Hello Dad — Mumsie. Isn't this 
one superb day? Oh, I could just 
shout at the gloriousness of it ! Look 
out there at those white-sailed ships. I 
am tempted to set up my easel right 
here and paint a picture of that beau- 
tiful yacht drifting along so grace- 
fully." i 

Out of breath, she sat down beside 
her parents after kissing each fond- 

"Where have you been, dear?" 
asked her mother. "Your cheeks are 
like roses and you look so happy." 

"Do I, Mumsie dear? Well, why 
shouldn't I be happy? I have so much 
to make me so." 

Then dreamily she gazed far out 
over the harbor. Suddenly she said, 
"Oh Mom, you asked me where I had 
been. Roy, Eva, Jack, and Lucille 
were over to Paul's for a game of 
tennis, and we had a fine match. Do 
you know what we have planned for 
to-morrow ? The boys are to hire a 
couple of dories from the fishermen, 
and we are going out for a sail. The 
boys do not know how to manage that 
style of boat very well, but with their 
knowledge of rowing I guess we can 
make Charles Island. It is only five 
miles over there, you know. We shall 
take our lunch and come back around 
tea time. Oh, I can hardly wait! It 
will be great fun I know." 

Looking up at her mother just then, 
she saw her expression of disapproval. 
"Why, Mom, what is the matter? 
Don't you want me to go?" 

"No, dear, I do not. It isn't safe. 
You know I want you to be happy, 
but I dare not consent to this sail." 

"No," spoke up her father. "I feel 
as your mother does, that it is cer- 
tainly unwise to attempt it." 

Ruth's eyes filled with tears as she 



said, Paul will be so disappointed, and 
so shall I." 

"Daughter dear, if we loved you 
less, we might not offer any objection, 
but we love you dearly. Paul will 
show wisdom, I am sure, and he will 
realize how hazardous this sail might 
prove to be." 

"I shall tell him, but we had looked 
forward to it so much." 

Her mother put her arm around her 
and they walked down to the rose ar- 
bor. Sitting there together, Mrs. 
Macy explained to her how strong is 
parental love for children and how 
parents are ever seeking safety and 
protection for them. 

Ruth smiled through her tears, and 
said, "The others of our crowd do not 
intend to ask their parents, for fear 
they may not be allowed to go; but 
mother, Paul and I couldn't do that. 
We could not be happy unless we were 
sure you thought it right for us to 
go. Nevertheless, we shall feel 
grieved enough to be left behind. 

The next day dawned fairer than 
the one before it, if that could be. 
Paul and Ruth walked to the beacli to 
see their friends off on their voyage. 
The quartet felt that it was too bad 
that the Macys should be so exacting 
and said so ; but the pair on shore 
tried to be good sports, and did not 
mean to let the others see how keen 
was their disappointment. 

About five o'clock in the afternoon 
the sky became overcast. The deep, 
dark, ominous clouds and the low roll 
of thunder forebode one of those 
swift-moving electrical storms so com- 
mon in New England. In a very few 
moments the storm broke in all its 
fury. Rain fell in torrents, and the 
wind blew a gale. For two hours the 
elements waged war upon everything 

and everybody who were unfortunate 
enough to be out in it. When finally 
it cleared and the moon came up, the 
streets were strewn with debris. The 
waves had lashed high upon the rocks 
and driftwood and seaweed were 
strewn along the shore. Those who 
had weathered many severe storms de- 
clared this one the worst in years. 

In the Macy home all was still. The 
family had retired an hour before. 
Whir-r-r-r came the sound of the tele- 
phone bell, breaking the silence. Whir- 
r-r-r again. 

Mr. Macy in dressing gown and 
slippers hurriedly took down the re- 
ceiver, wondering who could possibly 
be calling at that late hour. A voice 
came over the telephone — a woman's 
voice anxiously asking if her daughter 
were there. After a few moments' 
conversation, Mr. Macy hung up. 

Turning a white, startled face to- 
wards Mrs. Macy, who had come into 
the room, his lips moved in prayer. 
She heard him murmur, Oh God ! may 
they be found safely, somewhere." 

At dawn the whole city was aroused 
by the sad news that the four young 
people who had gone out on a day's 
pleasure trip in dories had not re- 
turned. The beach was crowded with 
anxious watchers, who hoped some 
miracle would happen to restore them 
to their parents and friends. 

In vain was their vigil — for days 
they expected to hear some report 
that might explain what really did 
happen, but none came. They thought 
that possibly they had been blown out 
into the open sea and some steamer 
had picked them up. For weeks they 
clung to the vain hope that they had 
been rescued. Finally, the sad fact 
that they were hopelessly lost had to 
be accepted. The parents of the un- 



fortunate young people were bowed 
in sorrow, they could not understand 
how their children could go away in 
such a manner without telling them of 
their intentions. 

Six months later a quiet wedding 
was solemnized in the Macy home. 

When the "going away" hour ar- 
rived, Ruth, now Mrs. Paul Shores, put 
her arms about her mother and said, 
"To think of my friends lying at the 
bottom of the sea makes me fully real- 
ize the price of recklessness. All 
through the years to come, I shall ever 
be thankful that I was taught obedi- 
ence and consideration for others." 

Her mother with tearful voice whis- 
pered. "Amen." 

Mildred Roberge,' 28. 

Rio Sande 

It was nearly midnight in the little 
town of Rio Sande, just over the bor- 
der in Mexico. The soft strummings 
of the serenaders' guitars floated upon 
the air. One could barely hear the 
ribald laughter farther up the street. 
There, in the patio of the largest villa 
in town, was a cozy nook. The stars 
were shining, but indistinctly, through 
the oppressive air of that warm cli- 
mate. The moon, a large silver disk, 
was hanging in the air, as if it too 
were weary with the heat. In the cen- 
ter of the patio a fountain played. 
Even the fountain seemed to have im- 
bibed some of the fatigue prevalent 
in that locality, and played but slow- 
ly on the surrounding foliage. Bril- 
liant foliage it was, consisting of scar- 
let Spanish poppies blended with the 
softer hues of the yucca. Suddenly 
the raucous laughter from the street 
ceased and there was that oppressive 
silence which only precedes a storm. 
It was nearly midnight in Rio Sande, 

— Rio Sande a mysterions town where 
people had disappeared without any 
warning, sometimes to return as unex- 
pectedly as they had gone, sometimes 
to vanish completely from the sight of 

As the silence endured, old Senor 
Maderia y Valdez awoke from the 
reverie into which he had fallen. He 
called his son's attention to the inter- 
ruption of the clamor, for the young 
senor was entirely absorbed in the 
pretty young senorita at his side. Her 
father looked on them kindly and 
thought what a match that will make, 
besides it was openly noised about 
that this young senor was worth mil- 
lions. His daughter also was very 
noted, for her father was Senor Diego 
y Castile. He was a kinsman of His 
Royal Majesty, Ferdinand of Spain, 
and was very high in the political cir- 
cles of Mexico. There was a sudden 
stir near the portal, and all eyes turned 
instinctively in that direction. 

There in the doorway stood Villa 
himself, that renowned bandit who 
had so many times tried for the lead- 
ership of the state. His eyes lighted 
as they fell on the party, but had a 
troubled expression as he saw the 
senorita, for, although he was a brag- 
gart among men, he wished to appear 
well in the senorita's eyes. He told 
them in a few words the purpose of 
his coming. He had come that night 
to secure the position which he had so 
often vainly striven to obtain. But he 
did not accomplish his purpose because 
of certain obstacles. The first one 
was the old Senor Maderia. He de- 
nounced Villa to his face, called him 
an unprincipled fellow, a rascal, and 
refused absolutely to give his consent 
to the proceedings Villa proposed. 
Villa drew his sword and advanced 



menacingly, but the old Senor did not 
flinch. Ho whipped out his sword and 
was ready to tight. The young senor 
however sprang between them, and 
offered a still more difficult obstacle 
to Villa. He had hesitated before, not 
because of a lack of filial love, but 
because of his anxiety concerning the 
senorita's safety. 

Villa accepted this challenge, for 
nothing must stand in his way. The 
young senor drew his sword, and they 
were ready, for, despite the pleadings 
of the old senor who feared for his 
son he could not be induced to de- 
viate from the course he had chosen. 
So the duel began with superior skill 
and strength on Villa's side, while his 
opponent's strength lay in his frenzied 
jealousy of Villa. The clang of steel 
on steel was heard but the blades could 
barely be distinguished they moved 
with such lightning rapidity. Villa 
would undoubtedly have won. for the 
young senor was startled by the ring- 
ing of the bell announcing midnight ; 
but his opponent did not see his op- 
portunity, for his glance had wandered 
elsewhere to admire the dark beauty 
of the senorita. The young senor took 
advantage of this and thrust his sword 
through the body of his antagonist. 
He fell over on his side with his eyes 
toward the cause of his defeat, and. 
as the bell was still ringing, his spirit 
fled from this world to the other 
where there are no vain strivings for 

Nathaniel R. Hill. '30. 


She is bent with age. this dear, old 
lady who sits by the fireplace knitting 
a tiny pair of mittens. Her dress i 
fashioned after a model of fifty years 
ago and becomes her quiet dignity. 

Over this she wears a large white 
apron. Her face is lined with wrin- 
kles caused by many nights of vigil at 
the bedside of her loved ones, but it 
is. for that reason, more tender and 
sweet. Her snow-white hair curls 
girlishly around her face, and the fad- 
ed blue eyes still keep their trusting 
look and still continue to twinkle. Her 
hands, which now ply the knitting 
needles slowly, are twisted by many 
loving tasks of sacrifice and duty. 

Slowly and more slowly move the 
knitting needles until the work drops 
into her lap, and she sits gazing into 
the fire where she sees dream-pictures 
of her own babies for whom she has 
so willingly toiled for many years. 

Mary Rlack, '28. 

A Real Home 

From afar in the distance was 
heard the shrill whistle of a locomo- 
tive. Nearer and nearer it came until 
the engine itself rounded the corner 
near the lake. 

On top of the hill overlooking this 
lake, stood a little white cottage nest- 
led cozily among the trees, and with- 
in it lived a happy family. Little Jane, 
the youngest, was sitting on the floor 
playing with her books and dolls, while 
Rob and Betty, the twins, were aim- 
lessly running about; but happy never- 

As the great engine thundered by 
on its way to the station, the child- 
ren rushed gayly out of doors, for 
Daddy was on that train and would 
soon be home. 

Oh. I wonder what Daddy's bring 
ing us this time!'' exclaimed little 
Jane, who was trying bravely to keep 
up with big brother and sister. 

She had hardly finished speaking, 
when there was a terrific crasli and 



screams of pain and terror pierced 
the air. People from the scattered 
farms hurried quickly to the spot, 
where they found the train completely 
off the track and smoke pouring from 
many of the windows. Doctors and 
nurses were summoned. All through 
the night, the work of rescuing and 
caring for the injured continued but 
their Daddy was safe, and how happy 
they were ! 

At last morning came and the 
frightened children came slowly down 
the stairs after a restless night. IVTo- 
ther, pale but smiling, met them at 
the door. But who was that lying on 
the couch near the fireplace ? It was 
a strange little girl with eyes closed, 
and a face so white that the children 
thought that she must be dead. A 
nurse was bending over her, and beside 
the couch a large dog, with one leg 
bandaged and a sorrowful look in his 
eyes, was standing guard over his lit- 
tle mistress. He seemed to realize 
that he was her only protector now, 
since the cruel train had crushed her 
mother and daddy. 

But they were not to be left alone. 
A year later as we look into this 
cozy home, we see two little girls sing- 
ing happily as they wash the supper 
dishes, while Bob and little Jane are 
playing gayly with Jack, the beauti- 
ful big dog, which has now become a 
friend and pal of the whole family. 
Olive Rhoades. '28. 

The Mysterious Noise 

It was nearly mid-night when I was 
startled by a queer "tap! tap!" in the 
attic. I got up quickly and locked my 
bedroom door. As I was fastening the 
door with trembling fingers I heard 
another strange noise "crash! bang!" 

1 whirled around and jumped into my 
bed expecting to see some terrible 
monster. I ducked under the bed 
clothes. Finally I plucked up courage 
enough to get up and unlock the door, 
but just as I opened it, the terrible 
noise came again, louder and louder. 
I raced down the hall and into my 
brother's room. I turned and locked 
the door after fumbling around with 
the key. I gasped out that something 
was in the attic, and that I had heard 
strange noises that were awful. The 
boys laughed and scoffed at me. 

But all of a sudden, Bill said, with 
his eyes almost popping out of his 
head, "Listen! I hear it! Don't you?" 
Yes, indeed ! the noise rang in our 
ears. We were mystified as to what 
it could be. It might be a ghost or a 

I climbed into their bed, and we all 
felt safer with our door securely fast- 
ened, but not one of us had a wink of 
sleep for the remainder of the night. 

We rose and dressed quickly as soon 
as the sun came up in the morning. 
Our courage had risen quite a bit dur- 
ing the night. Dick, the oldest of us, 
unlocked the door and led the way 
up the hall toward the attic stairs. As 
we were half wa}^ up the tapping 
sound came to our ears very loudly. 
Bill and I started to go back to the 
bed-room, but Dick blocked our path 
and turned us back. So we continued 
up the corridor to the attic stairs. 
Dick crept up softly. Opening the 
door with a kick he saw a large brown 
screech owl fluttering against the 
window. We were relieved of our 
fear. Immediately we opened a win- 
dow and the bird flew away. 

During its stay, it had knocked over 
some books, and, by the marks on the 



window-sill we could tell that it had 
tried to peck its way to freedom. 

R. Merritt, '30. 

The Half- Holiday 

The teacher at the little brick 
schoolhouse had to go away for the 
afternoon, so the children were dis- 
missed at two o'clock. Mary, one of 
the older girls, suggested that they go 
on a picnic. 

"There are blueberries over in the 
pasture.'' spoke up Alice, "We might 
go a-blueberrying." 

"Oh." cried John, with a sudden 
start, I know where there are bushels 
of blueberries over in the pasture, but 
we can't get across the meadow." 

"Yes we can. We can go through 
Sudbury Hazelton Judson's yard, up 
the lane and through the pasture- 

I'd like to see us all going through 
Sudbury's yard or lane.'" cried Mary. 

Xow, old Mr. Judson was a ver\ 
cross and disagreeable old man and the 
older he grew the more disagreeable 
he became. He lived all alone in a 
small white house which was set back 
about twenty roils from the main road. 

The older boys liked to make trou- 
ble by stealing apples and cherries 
from the old man, but that was 
no reason why he should flourish Ids 
cane and growl at the smaller children. 

Alice told her companions that Sud- 
bury Judson had gone to the city ped- 
dling berries, and that he woidd not 
get home before five o'clock. So. 
after some hesitation, the whole group 
started. They hurried through the 
yard and up the lane for they did not 
dare to stop or look back for fear of 
eeing old man Judson whirling his 
< ane or shouting threats at them with 
his dreadful voice. 

The berry-patch was reached in 
safety and every one was having a de- 
lightful time, chatting and filling their 
pails with the large ripe berries when 
suddenly they heard, "You young 
rogues! I'll set the dogs on you! Get 
away from them berries!" It was Sud- 
bury Judson. coming over the lull, not 
a dozen rods off. shaking his cane, and 
yelling dreadful threats. 

The berries were forgotten, the 
children ran in all directions, and 
never stopped until they had reached 
the main highway. When the boys 
caught up with the girls, they were 
shaking with laughter. "Don't hurry 
any more, you can take your time now ! 
Old man Judson was in the mud the 
last time we saw him. He chased us 
through the lane and when we came 
to the ditch, we made a flying leap 
and landed safely on this side but he 
landed right in the ditch." 

"Did you leave him there? Is he 
there now?" asked all the girls to- 
gether. "Won't he die if he is left 
there?" inquired Mary. "Perhaps if 
we tell him we didn't mean any harm 
and you boys help him out of the 
ditch he won't hurt us." 

The boys finally went back and. 
after much lifting and pulling, set 
Sudbury Judson on dry land again. 
They handed him his cane at arm's 
length for fear of getting hit. but Mr. 
Judson only said, "Well, go along with 
you, and don't let me catch you on my 
land again !" 

Clara Atherton, '2S. 

Sunset Isle 

Truth Brown was sliding down the 
hill near her house. Just as she 
reached the middle of the hill, her 
sled struck a stone and she went fly- 
ing into the air leaving her -let! be- 



hind. She landed in a large snowdrift 
with so great a force that she sank 
deeply into it. She sat up and began 
brushing the snow off when she hap- 
pened to look around, she was amazed. 
The snowdrift had somehow magically 
changed ! It still was white and snowy- 
like, but tiny houses about a foot in 
height were to be seen not so verj' 
far from her. Moreover, when she 
was sliding there were a few flakes in 
the air, but now the sun was shining 
brightly. She seemed to be really up 
in the sky. At first, Truth could not 
think where she was but then she said 
to herself, "Why I must be on a cloud." 

Truth was very interested in this 
odd place. She suddenly wondered 
where the inhabitants of these tiny, 
houses were. She would enjoy seeing 
them. She started to rise but no soon- 
er had she stood up than she thought 
that the cloud was coming up to meet 
her. Before she realized what had 
happened, she found herself to be 
small — as small as the people who 
lived in those houses must be. But 
where could they be ? As she glanced 
back of her, she could see some little 
figures, working busily. She went over 
to them at once and upon her arrival, 
one of the group separated himself 
from the others and approached her. 

"Welcome to Sunset Isle. Make 
yourself at home and be sure not to 
step off the edge." 

After saying this he went back to 
the group. Truth looked at him as- 
tonished. What could he mean? "Fall 
off," fall off where? Oh! of 
course, from the cloud. These little 
workers were all dressed in white, and 
were very much like a minute human 
being except that their ears were 
pointed. But what they were doing- 

she couldn't guess. Finally she got up 
enough courage to ask. 

"Please excuse me, but what are you 
doing ?" 

Well, just now we are making a 
bear," replied one of the workers. 
Then he continued, "We are making 
the head. They are making the feet," 
he pointed to white figures barely dis- 

"But I don't understand," returned 
Truth, after a moment, "What are you 
doing that for?" 

"Why, that's our business. We are 
always making objects hoping that 
some human will look up and enjoy 
them. They seldom do but that is not 
our fault." Truth was very interested 
in all this. Just then a rosy hue was 
thrown about her feet, and, looking up 
she realized that the whole cloud was 
the same. She noticed that the work- 
ers had stopped their toil, also. 

"It is Sunset. Our time of rejoic- 
ing," explained one of the white-clad 
fellows. Then he went and joined the 
rest of his clan who were singing and 
dancing. The song caught her ear be- 
cause the music was so like "The Girl 
I Left Behind Me," which she had 
known at home. The words were as 
follows : 

"Oh Yes, we live on Sunset Isle, 
We're here to cheer mankind, Ho, 
If they but look up in the sky 
Strange pictures they will find, Ho." 
Then one of the group came toward 
her and said, "Will you join us while 
we eat?" She wondered what they were 
going to eat. Then as she saw them 
breaking off bits of the cloud she fol- 
lowed suit. It was delicious. It tast- 
ed like ice-cream. 

Just as she had started to break off 
another piece, she felt herself being 
rudely shaken. Her brother was call- 



ing. "Truth, Truth! wake up! What's 
the matter with you? She looked up 
at him bewildered. Then, "Oh Bud, 
I had the strangest dream." She 
glanced up into the sky, and sure 
enough there was a white bear. It 
seemed to be asking her to keep its 
secret. So she did. 

Edith Pearl. '29. 

Silver Temptation 

The rain dripping from her old felt 
hat. Carrol Ross was wistfully gazing 
into one of Madame Flower's show 
windows at the latest creation in even- 
ing gowns. 

In a background of deep blue and 
misty pink was a simple blue and 
silver gown, with blue folds peeping 
out in cleverly made curves, draped 
about a model. 

Carrol was dreaming again as she 
had done each night for a week after 
leaving the lawyer's office. She 
dreamed, a vision in the silver dress, 
dancing with Ted Sterling at the ball 
her employer was to give the coming 
Monday night. Two days more ! Car- 
roll fingered her weekly salary of 
twenty-five dollars and sighed wearily. 
How she wanted that dress ! But, of 
course, she and her mother must live 
on something during the week. She 
knew she never could buy it, for one 
day, in reply to her quavering ques- 
tion, she had been politely informed 
that it cost seventy-five dollars. Then 
on a sudden impulse she had tried it 
on, causing Madame to exclaim with 
delight. She sighed again and turned 
away slowly and reluctantly. 

As she turned for a last wistful 
glance, a smartly dressed young wo- 
man dashed toward the door of Ma- 
dame's Shop, bumping into her. With 
a hurried, "I beg your pardon," the 

lady jumped into her waiting car and 
whirled away. 

Carrol stood a moment blinking, 
after being so rudely shaken from her 
reverie. Then she noticed a small 
dark purse lying near her. She 
glanced about hurriedly and stooped 
to pick it up. She looked at it won- 
deringly and then, with another 
frightened glance about, she opened 
it with shaking fingers. There was a 
great deal of change and in another 
compartment a few new bills. Carroll 
thrust it into her pocket and, hurrying 
to a telephone booth, examined it 
more closely. Carroll noticed a little 
calling-card on which was the name 
and address of a wealthy young girl 
who lived on the Drive ! She tried to 
think what she should do. She thought. 
"I must return this, somehow,'' then. 
Why. she probably would never mi- s 
it. Just her carfare or something. " 
She counted it and exclaimed, "Why. 
fifty dollars! If I had that I could" — 
She caught her breath. Why! I could 
— Breathlessly she ran out of the 
booth to Madame Flower's, murmuring 
to herself, "She'll never know." 

Into the shop straight up to Ma- 
dame she went. "I'll take that dress 
in the window," she said. "Here's fifty 
dollars. I'll pay the rest next week 
as you said that I could." 

Madame looked at her in surprise, 
but brought the dress without a word. 

After telling Madame to send it to 
her home before Monday, Carroll went 
out on the street again. She walked 
home in a daze, ate her supper in 
unusual silence and went to bid early. 

She lay awhile in a daze, her 
thoughts still muddled. Soon she 
dropped off to sleep. Early in the 
morning she awoke with a start, cry- 
ing out. Now she could see clearly 



what she had done. What made her 
do such a terrible thing? All day she 
lay feverish, mumbling, incoherent. 
Her mother was greatly concerned 
about her. Monday morning her mo- 
ther wanted to call her employer and 
tell him Carroll was sick. But the girl 
got up and dressed and said that she 
thought fresh air would do her good. 

She was very pale, her eyes dark, 
her cheeks and hands hot witli fever. 
She hurried to Madame's saying that 
she had changed her mind and want- 
ed the money back. 

She put it into the little leather 
purse and started for the residence of 
its owner. What torture she had 
passed through ! Carroll felt like a 
criminal, as if she would like to hide. 

Soon she was at Sylvia Browning's 
door, telling the maid that she must 
see her on an urgent matter. After 
an agonizing wait she was told that 
Miss Browning would see her in her 

Carroll was ushered into a lovely 
bedroom of rich, soft colors blending 

with the morning light. Sylvia, in a 
lacy negligee greeted her cheerfully 
and invited her to sit down beside her. 

So Carroll jiainfully told her sad 
story to the sympathetic rich girl. 
When she finished she burst into tears. 
Sylvia impulsively put her arm about 
the young girl, soothing her. 

You poor, dear, child, I understand, 
don't cry, please. Here, I'll give you 
something that will make you ha}3py. 

She called to her maid and whis- 
pered something to her. Soon the maid 
came back with a silver dress, shoes 
stockings and a blue velvet cloak. 

"All for you," cried Sylvia, as Car- 
roll began to protest. "Now not a 
word, Carroll, that is your reward for 
being so honest. I understand what 
a tem]")tation that was. Now you go 
home and rest or your Ted won't like 
you tonight. I'll send these later." 

And after she bustled Carroll, into 
the hall she whispered, "Come and 
see me sometimes, I do get so lone- 
some for young girls like you." 

Winnifred Llovd, '30. 





Officers of Society 


Sec. & Treas. 

Olive Rhoades '28 

Logia Kmit '28 

James Coogan '29 

Executive Committee 

Mary Black '28 Pauline Webb '28 

Davis Snow '29 

The debating society this year has 
gone farther than it has any other 
year. Although we started interschol- 
astie debating with great fear and 
trembling, our fears proved groundless 
for we were very successful in that we 
defeated both Hopkins Academy of 
Hadlev and Amherst High School. 
These two schools have had interschol- 
astic debating for years and have the 
reputation of turning out fine teams. 

The debating team consisted of 
Olive Rhoades, Walter Kulash and 

Davis Snow. The first debate was 
with Hopkins Academy, at Helen 
James School. We won this debate 
quite easily. Our next debate was with 
Amherst High School at Amherst. 
Here we met with much stronger op- 
position but gained a unanimous de- 
cision. Both times the subject of de- 
bate was "Resolved, that a high protec- 
tive tariff benefits the United States 
as a whole." We had the affirmative 
in both debates. 

On Oct. 3, we had our first prelim- 
inary debate, which was won by Wal- 
ter Kulash with Mildred Roberge a>. 
second. The subject was "Resolved, 
that the government should own and 
control the coal mines." On the affirm- 
ative were Logia Kmit. George Waller, 
and Rena McCloud ; on the negative. 
Walter Kulash. Mildred Roberge. and 
Edith Pearl. 



The next preliminary debate was 
held on November 23, on the topie 
"Resolved, that capital punishment 
should be abolished." The affirmative 
was argued by Elizabeth Pennington, 
Alice Dansereau and Henry Drake ; 
the negative by Marjorie Otis, Evelyn 
Russell and Davis Snow. Davis Snow- 
won first place and Henry Drake sec- 

Our third preliminary debate took 
place on Dec. 9. The affirmative of 
the question, Resolved, that the Mc- 
Nary-Haugen Bill should be adopted," 
was upheld by Evelyn Atherton, Paul- 
ine Webb, and Walter Utley; the nega- 
tive, by Mary Black, Barbara Bisbee, 
and James Coogan. This debate was 
won by Barbara Bisbee with Walter 
Utley second. 

On Dec. 23, Olive Rhoades won our 
last preliminary and Clary Snow had 
second place. The question was, "Re- 
solved, that labor unions are beneficial 
to the American people." The affirm- 
ative was taken by Olive Rhoades, Le- 
roy Weeks, and William Witherell. 
Clary Snow, Dorothy Mayotte and 
Clara Atherton argued for the nega- 

The prize debate took place on May 
25. The question was, "Resolved, that 
instalment buying, as developed in the 
past ten years, is beneficial to the 
American people." The debaters for 
the affirmative were Olive Rhoades, 
Mary Black, and Walter Kulash ; for 
the negative, they were Walter Utley, 
Dorothy Mayotte, and Davis Snow. 
The first prize of $5 was won by Mary 
Black. Olive Rhoades received $3 as 
second prize, and Davis Snow a third 
prize of $2. These prizes were gener- 
ously contributed by the Alumni asso- 
ciation to reward effort in this field of 
school work. 

The Society is very grateful to Mrs. 
Warner for her patient and skillful 
coaching which has helped to make 
its debates so successful. 

D. W. Snow, '29. 


When Day Is Done 2.30 

If Love Were All Roy Weeks 

Moonbeam Kiss Her For Me 

Davis Snow 
Side by Side Winnie Lloyd and 

Edith Pearl 
Honolulu Moon Mildred Roberge 

Sweet Stranger Henry Drake 

Did You Mean It Evelyn Atherton 
From Saturday Night until Monday 

Morning Bill Witherell 

Was It Only A Dream Logia Kmit 

School Day Sweethearts 

Pauline Webb 
In the Middle of the Night 

Clary Snow 
I Can't Do Without You 

Olive Rhoades 
I'm In Love Again Mr. Turner 

I Know You Belong to Somebody 
Else but Tonight You Belong to 
Me Walter Utley 

Baby Face Theresa Kmit 

After the Ball Carroll Thayer 

and Pete Snow 
Drifting and Dreaming 

Barbara Bissell 
Among My Souvenirs Our Diplomas 
Watching the World Go By 

Tom Barrus 
I Just Roll Along Raymond Lee 

Oh How I Miss You Tonight 

Baseball Player-; 
Where'd You Get Those Eyes 

Evelyn Russell 
Let A Smile Be Your Umbrella 

Jim Coogan 
The Big Parade The Seniors 

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1 liiLjiTi Jl 111^15 

All things considered, the basketball 
team had a fairly successful season and 
completed its schedule with eight vic- 
tories and thirteen defeats. Although 
handicapped by a green squad, with 
the exception of Dick Merritt and Bob 
Tetro. who participated in the last 
three games, the team fought valiant- 
ly in every contest. The game with 
Smith's School at Williamsburg proved 
to be the fastest and most thrilling 
game of the season, although the Wil- 
liamsburg quintet was defeated by two 
baskets in the last few minutes of 
play. The score was 19-15. 

The second team did not win a vic- 
tory due to the fact that most of its 
members were making their debut on 
the basketball court and were pitted 
against the larger and more experi- 
enced teams of rival schools. 

Although the girls' basketball team 

did not register a win, it was a team 
representative of the fighting spirit of 
Burgy students when confronted by 

The baseball situation at Williams- 
burg High School is far from discour- 
aging in spite of the fact that this 
year's nine has lost all seven of the 
games that it has played. Only two 
veterans of last season were available 
with the opening of spring practice, 
so it was necessary to develop practic- 
ally a new team. Five members of 
the team are freshmen while one is a 
sub-freshman. Inability to hit has 
been the chief weakness of the nine. 
Williamsburg should have an excellent 
team next year, for there will be only 
one player graduated. For its fight- 
ing spirit, and for the splendid and 
unselfish cooperation of the individual 
players during the games, the team 
deserves unstinted praise. 




Class of 1927 

Robert Tetro, at home, entering M. 
A. G, fall of 1928. 

Richard Merritt, at home, entering 
M. A. C., fall of 1928. 

Alice Nash, at home. 

Hazel Hathaway, at home. 

Ronald Emrick, at home. 

Helen Merritt, Smith College. 

Laurence Coogan, Northampton 
Commercial College. 

Leslie Packard, Northampton Com- 
mercial College. 

Fred Duplissey, International Col- 
lege of Springfield. 

Hadley Wheeler, University of Ver- 


Elizabeth O'Neil '25, Teacher, Can- 
ton, Conn. 

Robert Smiley '25, Worthington 
Pump Machine Corp., Holyoke. 

Bruce Nash '25, Haydenville Brass 

Darby Cook '25, Haydenville Brass 

Barry Gray '26, Northampton Na- 
tional Bank. 

Wilfred Graves '21, Principal and 
Teacher, Fair Haven, Mass. 

Lyndal Cranson '23, Teacher, Shel- 
burne Falls. 


Eleanor Mansfield, '24: New Ro- 
chelle, New York. 

Flora Manwell, '24: M. A. C, Am- 

Raymond Burke, '19: St. Mary's 
Seminary, Baltimore, Maryland. 

Richard Manwell, '26: Amherst Col- 


Gladys Damon, '17: to Benjamin 
Higgins of Chesterfield. 

Stella Dolan, '17: to Howard Mc 
Conville of Florence. 

Harold Nash, '21 : to Betty Duncan 
of Providence, R. I. 

Elvera Schuler, '19: to Charles 
Shellnut of Boston. 


Born to Ruth Atherton Michener, 
'25, a boy, Robert Earle. 

Born to Wenonah Webb Crandell, 
'24, a girl, Wenonah Mae. 

Born to Elizabeth Kempkes Luplen, 
'26, a girl, June Alyce. 

Born to Gertrude Goodwin Bates, 
'22 a boy, Leland Thomas. 

Born to Anna Patterson Purseglove, 
'23, a girl, Helen Dolores. 

Born to W. Briceland Nash, '16, a 
girl, Justine Lillian. 


Annie Bates Lawton, '23. 

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'XV > / / X X X ^ ^X // ' /' /' 7 "^> x ^ S -7-7-7~/S , 

Mr. Turner: Waller and Betty 
change seats. 

Waller: Who's the cause of this? 

Mr. T: Why doesn't water flow up 
hill ? 

Rena: It's easier to flow down. 

Mr. T (To Henry who is whisper- 
ing): What, nothing to do? 

Henry: Yes, I'm doing something. 

Henry (in French class) : Colomba 
was "reproaching" the table. 

Mr. T: To whom does this compass 
belong ? 

Dave: Jimmie, I guess. 
Jimmie: It's not mine. 
Dave: Well then, it's mine. 

Mrs. W (In History XII): Mary, 
didn't I ask you not to study English 
this period ? 

Mary: I wasn't, I was just looking 
up something ! 

After an interesting debate in His- 
tory XII in which only a few of the 
class took part : — 

Mrs. W: (to others): Why didn't 
the rest of you say something? 

Betty: We didn't get a chance! 

Mr. T: Birds of a flock feather to- 

Guilty or Not Guilty! 

Mr. T: Put what you have in your 
mouth in the basket. 

Charles Heath: Who, me? 

Mr. Chapman: You make me dizzy, 
Warner, bouncing your head around 


Little Girl: I'll pick the chicken, 
Mother, if you'll take off the goose 
pimples ! 

Mr. C: What northern fruit ripens 
in two months? 
Weeks: Radishes! 

Mrs. W: Who helped frame the con- 
stitution ? 

Henry : Washington, Lincoln and 

Mr. C. (telling of the Smithsonian 
Institute) : They have skeletons pick- 
led there. 

M. Black: The judges will now 
withdraw to repair their decision. 

The moral of Miles Standish is 
Let no one do your proposing! 



Mr. C : People live longer now than 
they did 50 years ago, at least they're 
older ! 

Wiggie : Aren't skipper-bugs light- 
er than water? 

Walt: No, they have bigger feet! 

Mr. C: If you can handle negro dia- 
lect you can give a story lots of color. 
Walter: Yes, very dark! 

Webb and Utley were making queer 
signs and Mr. Chapman remarked: 
The last time I saw that trick ]:>layed 
I was visiting an insane asylum ! 

Mr. T: Work is energy. 
E. Pearl (bewildered) : Say that 

Mr. ChajDman : Name a tropical 

B. Bisbee : Grapefruit. 

Only One in Captivity 

"D. D." Pearl: I talk at my barn and 
it hollers right back at me ! 

Walter: There are three of Ibsen's 
plays on the roaster (roster). 

A Little Previous 

Weeks: They arrived at 12:35, 
April 13, having left Ireland April 16. 

Mr. C: Did Bryant remain single all 
his life? 

Henry: Yes, after his wife died. 

Mr. T. (demonstrating with a bat- 
tery) : There are six things you can 
get out of this. 

Walter: Yes and five of 'em are 
shocks ! 

Betty: Mr. Turner talks with his 
fists ! 

Mr. T: If you aren't going to use 
this period for study you might do 
something else. 

Walter (answering for the seniors 
who are having a good time) : We are ! 

Jimmie Coogan is our man of letters. 

Mrs. W. (to Henry who is making 
an eraser squeek on the board) : It is 
almost as good as a rattle, isn't it? 

Where are They? 

Evelyn : They crossed the Rocky 
and Sahara mountains ! 

Most of 'Em Are 

Santa Anna was a politician and, 
well, a scoundrel, generally. 

Mr. T. (in General Science class) : 
What do you get when you ride a 
bicycle behind an auto ? 

Daniels: You get the dust! 

"D. D." Pearl: If the submarine 
works on the principle of the Cartesian 
diver, how do you ]:mt the pressure on 
the ocean to make it sink? 

Mr. T: Artificial lightning is made 
by 5 million volts of electricity. 
"D. D.": Is that hot? 

Mr. T: Your weight is, say 125 

E. Pearl: Wrong again! 

Overheard on the return from the 
Bernardston game : — 

Wiggie: "Give me a little kiss, will 
ya, huh ?" 

Rena : Applesauce! 

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r - 

Certified Single- 



Comb R. I. Reds 

Phone 17-14 




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A. Solty's 

Hillcrest Farm 

Mrs. Clayton Rhoades 

Meat, Groceries, Vegetables 



Tel. 113-5 


Haydenville, Mass. 

Bred to win, lay and pay 



Suits Made to Order 

We do first class steam and dry cleaning and dyeing 

Pressing and Repairing Our Specialty 



Our modern school systems put a lot 
of work upon growing eyes which 
puts a strain upon those with defec- 
tive vision. Latent defects in the 
eyes of children should be carefully 
looked after. 

A little foresight now may keep 
them from wearing glasses later and 
will help them in their studies. 

Let us examine their eyes 


201 Main St. 

Tel. 184-W 



Tel. Con. 127 Main St. 

Florence. Mass. 

Flowers and Potted Plants 

Bray's Restaurant 


Home Made Pastry, Quality Do-Nuts 

135 Main St. 
Florence. Mass. 

Compliments of 



C. 0. Carlson 

Heating Contractors 


Goshen. Mass. 

15 Market St. Northampton, Mass. 
Tel. 799-M 


Joseph Coakley 

Representing- Metropolitan Life Ins., Co. 

"Not the best because the biggest, the biggest because the best. 

Williamsburg. Mass. 


The School of Thoroughness' 

76 Pleasant Street 



The Clary Farm 

Silas Snow, Proprietor 

Maple Syrup, $2 par gal. 

Only a few gallons left 


Tel. 12-13 




Compliments of 





Compliments of 














Steak and Chicken Dinners 
Banquets a Specialty 


Tea Room for Lunches 

On Premises 

A Good Place to Eat or Sleep 


Harry Astmann 

Harry T. Drake. Prop. 

Telephone 8029 
Williamsburg, Mass. 


Compliments of 








Telephone 68-2 



Local and Long Distance Mewing 

Goshen-DAIL Y EXPRESS- Northampton 


P. J. Murphy 


Haydenville, Mass. 
Tel. 113-4 


Once you try it, You'll always buy it 

Buy it at 


Old Mill Ice Cream Company 




W. Leroy Chilson 

"Six Distinctive Departments" 
Upholstered Furniture Slip Covers and Cushions Auto Tops and Upholstery 
Harness Shop Automobile Plate Glass Upholstered Chair Seats 

34 Center St. NORTHAMPTON, MASS. Tel. 1822 

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